Official Squatch Watchers

[TexasSam]

Soaking wet chicken mom anyone? Iv'e been tying to get those goobers under cover instead of screaming like loonies. I called, I baby talked, begged, pleaded! You know what finally worked? Tatering WORM CUP! They are so lucky they're cute.View attachment 1530640

 

[pitbullmomma]

Meanwhile I’m down here getting ready for a direct hit cat 4 hurricane. Not looking forward to this at all.
I am hoping and praying it shifts north A tiny bit.

I am getting tired of that spaghetti string model showing Wilmington as the landfall target

Thinking of you girl!! What's going on?

 

[21hens-incharge]

How could you miss his creepy little butt? Worst thing, people think I like them too since mom did so they multiply on birthdays and holidays.

Oh dear! I can only imagine everyone giving you odd gnomes all the time!

 

[Redhead Rae]

@FlyingNunFarm sorry to say it but those are pointed saddle feathers I see. Black Beauty, he is.

 

[Chickassan]

It is kind of hilarious in a way but kind of scary as heck in another way. I take them and set them out and about. Iv'e just got to accept the gnomes aren't ever really leaving.

Oh dear! I can only imagine everyone giving you odd gnomes all the time!

 

[FlyingNunFarm]

@FlyingNunFarm sorry to say it but those are pointed saddle feathers I see. Black Beauty, he is.
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They aren’t as pointed as I would expect for a cockerel. I’m thinking boy but .....

 

[FlyingNunFarm]

I think I broke Taterhead!
I did bed checks and found him in the indoor dust bath.

I was worried he was injured so I went over to check on him. Picked him up easier then usual then set him down. He stood there a second on both legs then picked one up. I stepped towards him to see him walk and he ran from me.
Then promptly lived up to his name in another rather unfortunate way.

Yep, POO all over his head! I can’t leave him like that so I grab him and take him outside. I know there is a hose out there; so rooster held tight in both hands, but at arms length hoping he doesn’t shake his head, I head out—flashlight in my mouth. I set him down and he starts jumping off the ground trying to get away. Try spraying him gently and lose my grip as he loses his mind. Now I’m spraying blindly into the dark and tall weeds. He’s screaming. I mean SCREAMING! I’ve never heard noises like this come from an animal. He hides himself and I go in to retrieve him. Get ahold of him and the the fight is on. Screaming and kicking and flailing that would make a toddler proud. Still has poo on his head. So I pin him down again and finally get him rinsed off. We go back into the coop, both breathing heavily, and I let him go. He went and hid with his head behind a bucket. I tried to give a piece offering but he wasn’t having it. Tried to hide among the babies. If he wasn’t such a jerk ALL the time I’d feel a little bad. But to see that big tough guy hide—

 

[Chickassan]

Well Nunny iv'e clutched my pearls to absolute dust....poor ole Taterhead.

I think I broke Taterhead!
I did bed checks and found him in the indoor dust bath.
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I was worried he was injured so I went over to check on him. Picked him up easier then usual then set him down. He stood there a second on both legs then picked one up. I stepped towards him to see him walk and he ran from me.
Then promptly lived up to his name in another rather unfortunate way.
View attachment 1530874
Yep, POO all over his head! I can’t leave him like that so I grab him and take him outside. I know there is a hose out there; so rooster held tight in both hands, but at arms length hoping he doesn’t shake his head, I head out—flashlight in my mouth. I set him down and he starts jumping off the ground trying to get away. Try spraying him gently and lose my grip as he loses his mind. Now I’m spraying blindly into the dark and tall weeds. He’s screaming. I mean SCREAMING! I’ve never heard noises like this come from an animal. He hides himself and I go in to retrieve him. Get ahold of him and the the fight is on. Screaming and kicking and flailing that would make a toddler proud. Still has poo on his head. So I pin him down again and finally get him rinsed off. We go back into the coop, both breathing heavily, and I let him go. He went and hid with his head behind a bucket. I tried to give a piece offering but he wasn’t having it. Tried to hide among the babies. If he wasn’t such a jerk ALL the time I’d feel a little bad. But to see that big tough guy hide—

 

[Redhead Rae]

I think I broke Taterhead!
I did bed checks and found him in the indoor dust bath.
View attachment 1530875
I was worried he was injured so I went over to check on him. Picked him up easier then usual then set him down. He stood there a second on both legs then picked one up. I stepped towards him to see him walk and he ran from me.
Then promptly lived up to his name in another rather unfortunate way.
View attachment 1530874
Yep, POO all over his head! I can’t leave him like that so I grab him and take him outside. I know there is a hose out there; so rooster held tight in both hands, but at arms length hoping he doesn’t shake his head, I head out—flashlight in my mouth. I set him down and he starts jumping off the ground trying to get away. Try spraying him gently and lose my grip as he loses his mind. Now I’m spraying blindly into the dark and tall weeds. He’s screaming. I mean SCREAMING! I’ve never heard noises like this come from an animal. He hides himself and I go in to retrieve him. Get ahold of him and the the fight is on. Screaming and kicking and flailing that would make a toddler proud. Still has poo on his head. So I pin him down again and finally get him rinsed off. We go back into the coop, both breathing heavily, and I let him go. He went and hid with his head behind a bucket. I tried to give a piece offering but he wasn’t having it. Tried to hide among the babies. If he wasn’t such a jerk ALL the time I’d feel a little bad. But to see that big tough guy hide—

indeed.

 

[staceyj]

Thinking of you girl!! What's going on?

Ugh. There’s a five foot difference between the expected storm surge (20 ft) and the height at which my home sits (27 ft above sea level plus a few feet of crawl space).
I wouldn’t mind a few prayers or good vibes or shakes of a voodoo doll even.